Dogma questions

11.17.21 #blog #article #KFO #thisisthenew.me #writing

Note: I’m trying to service the early seed of routine.

Recently…

I’m trying to think outside of how I feel about the ongoing professional challenges. I think enough has happened in my life to make me question my dogma. 

dog·ma | ˈdôɡmə |

noun

a principle or set of principles laid down by an authority as incontrovertibly true: the rejection of political dogma | the Christian dogma of the Trinity.

Yes… I question my dogma. 

My thing was I always figured it made sense to imagine a world where I dance on the graves of fools who didn’t see very far.

I’m just saying. 

I do not know how I’ll die. I know I want whatever those last days to be comfortable. I know I’m comfortable now. I know I want to be able to set aside enough of now, to use later. I know my end days are more likely to drag out, then be sudden. If I drop dead of a heart attack, so be it. I might be a little disappointed about how the last few weeks of my life went. I admittedly live a comfortable boring life. Maybe that means I’ll be content. I think I vacillate cause I want my life to always be like this, but I don’t want to work the rest of my life. 

My Dogma…

I still believe in America? 

I still believe in America…

I believe if we work hard and save for the future we can have a good life in those times when we no longer want to work, maybe even before we get our social security check, or whatever we managed to save over the years. 

I admit I wasn’t thinking big. I have not imagined world domination or wanting to be corrupted by money. Am I obsessed about money? Yes, probably... I am not dominated or corrupted by money though, maybe I’m at worse unerring in my hopes of at least taking some of my great wealth and setting it aside versus greedily sucking at it like a hummingbird. Flittering hear and there, paying for micro pleasures and convenience.

2. “I’ve had the feels lately”

A lot has happened in the last few years. My dogma seems dogmatic, surely that isn’t the needle scratched on the magnetic. I don’t know where north is anymore. At least I see the clouds again.